Crystal's One Night of Love

Chapter 244 Whose Child Is It

In the cloak of the night, nestled in the narrow alley, stood an age-worn dwelling.

Henry’s gaze was fixated on his younger sister, who he had doted on for many years. He examined her attire, plain to the point of austerity, and the crumbling structure that served as her shelter.

His eyes throbbed with a sting that could not be suppressed, and the fingers that clutched his cigarette trembled subtly.

Taking a deep drag of his cigarette, he stepped inside the place and scanned around. “Where’s the kid?”

Melora was taken aback. “Has Crystal told you?”

Henry responded in a helpless tone, “Do you expect her to help you keep it a secret and watch as you continue living in this squalor? Whose child is it?”

Up until that moment, he was truly oblivious to the identity of the child’s father.

Melora wouldn’t let him in the room.

Henry extinguished his cigarette, exhaling the last puff of smoke. “Who is it?”

No matter who the father was, he wanted to beat him up so badly and break his teeth.

Melora blocked the door, pleading in a hushed voice, “Berthold and I are doing fine. Henry, I can support him on my own. Please don’t ask anymore!”

Henry’s eyes reddened.

He was but half a step away from her. With an outstretched arm, he pulled her to the side and entered the room.

The bedroom was of meager proportion, not even covering ten square meters.

An aged bed and a tiny desk housing several dozen magazines was all it contained.

Henry flicked through the trashy magazines, all showcasing Melora on the cover, the young lady of the Miller family.

He swallowed hard, making his way toward the old bed.

On it, lay a small child, slumbering peacefully.

His skin was fair, and he had a full head of dark brown hair.

Henry’s eyes turned bloodshot at the familiar eyes and unique hair color.

He no longer needed to ask Melora who the father was, as there was no need to do so anymore!

Henry whirled around, his eyes burning holes into his little sister.

Melora’s lips quivered, and her face contorted in distress as she pleaded, “Henry, don’t look for him! Don’t… I’ve broken up with him.”

Henry reached out, tenderly touching the little boy.

He paused and asked gently, “Him? Which him? Melora, tell me.”

Melora covered her mouth in shock.

It dawned on her that Henry must have realized who the father was.

Henry’s voice was dangerously low as he said, “When did you two become a thing? Do you understand what you’re doing? He’s at least ten years older than you. A man of his stature, in his forties and still unmarried, has had his share of meeting women from all walks of life, so why would he be attracted to a greenhorn like you?”

Melora was crushed.

She knew she had been punching above her weight.

Henry didn’t ask anymore. He took off his coat, put it on little Berthold, and gently lifted.

“Henry!” Melora clutched his arm, begging.

In the dim light, Henry’s expression was as calm as still water. “Either you come home with me now, or I call Alfred to pick you and your son up. You decide.”

Melora had no choice.

She packed some clothes and followed Henry.

the

Henry with a hint of

head, assuring gently, “I am your uncle. Your mommy is here

Berthold relaxed, closing

heart ached as he delicately placed the little boy into the child seat in

slid into the car, murmuring, “Could you not tell Mom and

“You’re afraid now?”

let out a sneer and closed the car door. He made his way around the front of the car and got in. He was infuriated and wanted to

he gently stepped on

slowly pulled into

of the opening. and closing of the door stirred her awake.

stairwell, she saw Henry holding Berthold, with Melora

froze for a

a hushed tone. “Let Berthold sleep

Crystal nodded.

the staircase again, she opened the door

gingerly tucking the tiny boy into the warm bed where Crystal had

bed was too soft, or the day had been too long, for

open into slits before she rolled over, pulling Berthold close to her as if she was cuddling a

fair as porcelain and finely chiseled, were strikingly similar, as were their

his heart

head and patted Berthold.

her

in a tender voice. “You must have figured out who

out more vulgar than

softly, “Don’t let the

her a fierce glare, but times

wore an armor of courage. “Don’t take your anger out on

tense

with Melora. I’ll head to

Crystal agreed with a

matters between them, grievances yet addressed. Yet, when faced with the situations at home, they instinctively leaned on one

am I to do? After all, I am Melora’s brother, and Crystal is

the guest room. Softly, she began, “Don’t mind your brother’s Let’s freshen

to

wave of emotion washed over her

reassured, “You should have come back sooner. Your brother

in a soft

something for us to eat. You take a bath first. Everything you

Melora nodded.

went to prepare the snack. By the time everything was

pajamas, the kind where the vibrant

Crystal noticed.

back any remark and beckoned with a tremble in her voice,

down and began

she was silent, no longer the chatterbox who couldn’t stop talking like a print machine on a

simply kept her

were filled with tears. “Crystal, I’m scared. He couldn’t marry me back then, and

she

raised their child, living a tough life worrying

However, they were swept away by the winds of time

spot him in the newspaper. He was still the dignified

radiance. Moreover, the passage

to vent his anger. But he would never hurt Berthold.”

girl

settling Melora in, Crystal went to see Henry in

The room was dim,

behind the desk, smoking. The ashtray before him was filled to the

the door behind her, walked to the window, and cracked

murmured, “You’re smoking too much!

watched her

Crystal voluntarily approached

out the cigarette and

whisper, “Crystal, have I failed? If I hadn’t insisted on going to Kingdom of Brundela back then, your uncle and Melora may not have had the chance to get together. Those days Alfred spent in the hospital must

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